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Edward Parker III let the car window down a crack. Peter, his driver, had switched off the air conditioning to save fuel. The fuel gauge was basically at 0.00. Here in the middle of nowhere, they had no mobile network. The last Google message was that a petrol station would appear at some point. And Peter claimed that it should open in five minutes. Open from 10:40 am. Strange opening times. Edward's stomach grumbled. Something had gone wrong at breakfast. The car urgently needed a petrol pump. And he needed a toilet just as badly. Then, like an oasis in the desert, a building appeared in the middle of endless cornfields and pastures full of stupidly staring cattle. It was 10:39:50 a.m. when Peter steered the car onto the dusty filling station with the last drop of gas. At 10:40 sharp, Edward yanked open the car door and jumped out. And the moment his spotlessly clean Oxfords touched the ground, the neon sign flashed. Open!
Edward ran towards the small store where the neon sign was shining. He was far too focused on not wetting his pants that he didn't notice the leather soles of his shoes turning into a sturdy rubber tread. As he pushed down on the door handle, he got something like an electric shock. He didn't care. The store was empty. His palm became calloused. His fingernails black. There was a door at the back, labeled "Private". Hopefully there was a toilet. Thank God the door was open. And thank God there was a toilet. In the middle of a room full of tools, car tires and packages. It stank miserably. But Edward didn't care at all. He had already undone his belt while running, he opened his trousers, pulled them down and dropped onto the dirty toilet seat at the very last moment. And he had to shit like never before in his life. The stench was overwhelming. But the relief was immense. Edward finally relaxed again. But only for a second. Then his eyes fell on the dirty rubber boots that went well above his knees. Inside, pulled down as far as they would go, were a pair of completely filthy jeans. And what was even more irritating: his right hand was the hand of a construction worker, the cuff of his shirt had disappeared. And the fabric of the right sleeve of his jacket was getting coarser and dirtier from bottom to top and the color was slowly changing from navy blue to a kind of beige. What the hell was going on here? Even greater than the panic was the disgust at the stench. His left hand, still freshly manicured, reached for the toilet flush. And he was hit again. He watched in panic as his fingernails became dirty and the calluses moved down from his fingertips. Edward's gaze fell between his legs. That wasn't his circumcised shaved penis. That was a cheesy, hairy cock. Much bigger than it normally was. Edward had to get out of here! He hastily wiped his ass. A tight, hairy ass, sitting there on a familiar toilet seat. A man needs a good place to shit. Hehehe, this was a good shitter. Stumbling, Edward stood up, his head spinning. He looked in the mirror. That was still his head. But the rest? His crisp white collar and tie knot vanished into thin air, revealing a hairy, muscular chest. The last remnants of the finest navy blue wool on his left upper arm disappeared and the transformation of his jacket into a dirty, much-worn, rough work jacket was complete. I look like a fucking redneck, were his last thoughts before he grew a badly trimmed goatie, his $100 haircut turned into a self-cut buzzcut that he hid under a bandana he hadn't washed in a long time.
Loud honking from outside. "Damn, I've been shitting! Can't you wait?" yelled Edward. He wiped his hands on the dirty cloth stuck in his pants. Hand washing was for city wimps. He stepped into the yard of his gas station.
Hehehe, he knew the filthy and dented truck standing there at the pump. "Pete's services of all kinds" was written on the door. And Pete was hanging in the cab with a visible bulge. "Eddy, don't you always promise the best service at your station," Pete said with a grin. Ed spit out the chewing tobacco and licked his lips. "Go ahead, gas station attendant. The belt buckle won't open by itself!"
Full service and guaranteed customer satisfaction. That's what Ed's gas station was famous for.
Inspirations found @pitstainsandpas and @fanofshoes44
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Kitty’s Pink Princess Winter
It’s been awhile since I made a winter guide so I thought I’d make an updated one since winter is literally my favorite season ever! 🎀❄️🧸
Winter Doll Looks
I am definitely feeling Yves Saint Laurent Fall/Winter 2022 collection but with more pink! Fashion staple fabrics like furs, leather, velvet, silk, cashmere and lace are definitely going into my closet for the colder weather.
Statement wardrobe pieces include:
• Turtle neck dresses
• Fur coats
• Knits
• Leather jackets
• Pea Coats
• Skirts
• Blazers
• Cigarette pants
• Heels + winter boots
• Silk slips
Shopping List
Since the weather has been getting colder, a lot of my clients who come to see me for a facial have been getting flares of dry skin and I can totally relate! Treat yourself to a day at the spa for a facial, mani + pedi or hair treatment to get prepped for the cold weather. Stock up on moisturizers, creams, hair masks, lip scrubs and lip balms!
• Buy gloves or mittens to stay warm and if you’re prone to dry skin in the winter time
• Purchase fragrance free skincare to prevent sensitivity and irritation
• If dry skin is present on your body, try out Peach & Lily’s KP Bump Boss body scrub (my fave!!)
• Get a few Tree Hut body scrubs for fun
• Buy clothes and laundry detergent that are non-irritating
• Get a humidifier to add moisturizer to the air
• Change out your bed sheets and pillow cases. I like to purchase fuzzy blankets and satin pillow cases which helps with my skin + curly hair
• Buy some yummy scented candles + peppermint essential oils for relaxation
• Add cozy slippers, socks, leg warmers, ear muffs + uggs to your winter wish list
• Satin pajama sets and night gowns from Victoria’s Secret
• Sleep masks
• Oversized sweatshirts + velour track suits for lounge days
•Pretty lingerie
• New mugs, cookie cutters, aprons, hot chocolate, tea, coffee and winter baking books should all be on your shopping lists
• Get a cute plush friend and a night light
Winter Glam
• Sleek buns/ponytails
• Bombshell curls
• Black, brown, platinum blonde + auburn hair colors
• Fluffed false lashes or lash extensions
• Lip glosses in any brown, red or pink shade
• Powder matte lipsticks that are nude, deep red or earth tone pink
• Arched eyebrows
• Faux beauty marks
• Warm + spicy fragrances (my favorite winter scent is YSL’s Black Opium Neon + Philosophy’s Fresh Cream & Warm Cashmere)
• Pink blushes
• Setting powders with warm undertones to brighten up your face
• Glitter eyeshadow
Icy Accessories
• Pearls, diamonds + swarvorksy
• Fluffy handbags
• New wallets
• Icy watches
• Hair clips
• Velvet scrunches
• Hair pom-poms
• Scarves
•Umbrella
• Plush spa headbands
• Diamond brooches (yes I know. I’m an old soul 🥹)
•Gold or silver jewelry pieces
Other Winter Doll Tips
• Get a new calendar and use it!
• Write down goals + affirmations for the new year
• Get new books, journals and magazines
• Organize and clean your space
• Stock up on cold and flu medicine
• Get hand sanitizer and hand creams so you don’t dry out your hands
• If you have a Barbie mobile please stay safe on the roads and get your car prepped for the cold weather please!!
• Meditate and manifest
• Don’t forget to check in with therapists and health care providers! Seasonal depression is making its rounds so please make sure you have a good team behind you!!!!
• Stay extra cozy and warm under the blankets + by the fireplace
• Watch holiday movies, bake some sweet treats and go holiday shopping
• Send your loved ones well wishes with letters or cute holiday cards
• Decorate your home while listening to holiday music and clean the snow from the drive way if needed
• Most importantly stay safe and have fun!
Happy Holidays!
Love,
Kitty (xoxo!) 🦌💓
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Omg I love your writing so much! 😍 i would like to request (if you are taking them) a fic where cassian is the one who gets sick - maybe like a wound infection that ended up in fever - and nesta is the one who goes full mother hen on him infront of the IC nd they r all shocked to see her in this caring, loving state but cass is loving the heck out of the attention and going full heart eyes later.
No pressure tho. Love everything you publish!
I’m rewriting the scene in ACOWAR when Cassian’s guts are spilling out. All written on mobile so sorry if any errors!
Azriel was yelling for help. His arms were around Cassian, dragging him towards a tent. Rhys ran to meet them, bearing his weight.
Nesta froze.
Her heartbeat echoed in her ear drums after they’d entered the tent.
Go to him, a voice whispered in her chest.
Cassian was still struggling against Azriel who held him down on the low camp bed. The healer was growing impatient with his attempts to rejoin the battle. His family were yelling, ordering him to stay on the bed and accept help, their anguish leaking through their tone. Then Nesta saw the gash across the Illyrian’s leathers, cutting open his stomach, the innards spilling from it. He was a warrior. His life’s goal was to die in battle. Not today.
‘Stop,’ Nesta said firmly, striding forwards.
At the sound of her voice, Cassian stilled. It was with shame that Nesta realised all of them were staring at her because none of them expected her to be at his bedside.
‘Don’t you have a bucket to fill?’ Mor’s eyes were rimmed with tears.
Nesta had spent her day filling buckets and cutting up bandages. She’d assisted healers and saw to minor injuries alone. There had been no time to eat, only a few moments to gulp down mouthfuls of water.
Ignoring the blonde’s words, Nesta knelt by Cassian’s head. She swept his damp hair out of his face, the skin burned beneath her fingertips.
‘Lay still,’ she murmured, a hand going again to his face to caress it. ‘You need the healer now. If you keep trying to fight, you’ll need a priestess.’
The words gave Cassian pause and he stopped trying to rise. Azriel gestured for the healer to come closer once more. Nesta was aware of the eyes on her gentleness but she found she did not care. Cassian was the priority.
As a soft, yellow glow came from the healer’s hands to crawl across Cassian’s wide body, Nesta remained on her knees stroking his face.
‘You’re supposed to avoid the sharp end.’
Cassian tried to laugh but winced from the pain instead. ‘I’ll bear that in mind next time, Nes.’
Nesta did not care who else was present in the tent, who observed them. She was focused on the blood glistening on Cassian’s body, the bruises on his face, the sweat soaking his hair.
While the healer worked, Nesta wrung out a cloth then began dabbing it on his face. His eyebrow had been split, the swelling forcing his lid to close. There was more blood on his lips, crusted in his ear, and down his neck. Nesta could not tell what was his. She just kept on dabbing at his face, cleaning his wounds the best she could until she could see his brown skin again beneath the grime.
Cassian had stayed quiet. It wasn’t an unnerving silence that was associated with shock. It was more a disbelieving quiet that Nesta was here with him and they weren’t arguing. His hazel eyes lingered on her face, watching her movements carefully.
‘You’re still handsome, don’t worry.’ Nesta teased before wringing out her cloth. The water was now murky from blood and mud.
‘You think I’m handsome?’
‘Terribly so.’
Feyre’s steps sounded behind her then a gentle hand touched her shoulder. ‘I’ll get fresh water.’
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Even after the healer had departed with the promise that Cassian only needed to rest and he would be well enough in a matter of days, Nesta was unable to leave his bedside.
To ease her guilt for not assisting elsewhere, she cut up material for bandages whilst remaining on the edge of Cassian’s bed. He’d fallen asleep quickly, body exhausted, so she’d taken up a spot by his feet but only after she had removed his boots.
Feyre popped into the small tent to deliver the fresh bandages to healers, saying no more were needed. Nesta knew she should leave Cassian and help elsewhere but she could not bring herself to do it. Terror had rendered her unable to leave him. She had never seen so much blood. Never seen an injury so severe and somebody live through it. Or a male obstinate enough to try and rejoin the fight.
The male’s breathing was heavy. Nesta tucked the blankets tighter around him as the tent rippled open again. Her brows furrowed with annoyance. He needed rest, not a constant stream of visitors.
It was Mor and Azriel. Their eyes flitted to Cassian’s slumbering form.
‘I’ll take over,’ whispered Mor.
‘No.’
‘Take some rest,’ offered Azriel.
‘I want to be with him,’ she said, turning back to Cassian and drawing the blanket up to his chin. She brushed a thumb above his eyebrow, following the curve of it.
‘Do you need anything? Food? A warm drink?’
‘I just want him to heal.’
Nesta remained there, eyes stinging with tiredness, her own limbs cold, until the tent fell into silence once more.
The gash across Cassian’s stomach still knitted together even absent the healer. Pale yellow light swarmed it, tugging the skin together. To look at it made her want to cry.
Nesta stoked the brazier, adding more kindling to it and another log so that its warmth could be felt within the tent. She gathered snow from the entrance and set it to boil for tea.
‘You’re still here,’ came a rasping voice.
Cassian had forced his eyes open. Exhaustion lined his features.
‘You need to rest,’ she whispered, trying to lull him back into slumber with a stroke of her hand against his ebony hair.
‘I’m in my leathers still.’
With a pained groan, Cassian moved into a sitting position.
Nesta helped him remove his bloodied clothes, though the bed was already stained, and pull on a fresh shirt. Around his collar and wrists, more grime had gathered so she washed him with warm water. His body was heavy as it leant against hers, his eyelids fighting a losing battle.
‘You need to sleep,’ she said after pressing a cup to his lips and allowing him to sip at the tea she’d made.
‘Let me look at you,’ he said, raising an aching arm to touch her face.
Nesta turned to face Cassian. His hazel eyes met hers. Relief washed over Nesta. He was alive. He was healing. He was still here.
His eyes dipped to her lips. Hers fell to his. Cassian tipped his face closer to hers. Nesta’s hand touched his bare chest to feel the beating beneath.
The tent flap rippled open again. Mor and Azriel appeared once more, catching them with their faces inches away from each other.
Nesta did not draw away immediately. She didn’t think she could.
She leaned up to kiss his forehead.
‘Now, back to sleep.’
Cassian slunk back down to the bed, eyes already closing but a smile flitting across his lips. ‘Can’t sleep without a bedtime kiss.’
***
‘She’s still at his side?’ Feyre rubbed her hand together. At the first signs of her discomfort, Rhys pressed his hands over hers to warm them.
Azriel nodded. ‘And doesn’t want to leave it.’
‘She‘ll complain about it later,’ muttered Mor.
Maybe, Azriel thought, or maybe she won’t want to leave his side even after they return to Velaris. How Cassian was still alive was a mystery - and it had terrified Azriel to see him balancing on a knife’s edge. From the stark white colour of Nesta’s face, it had petrified her too.
Mor shuddered. ‘That was like watching a mountain lion with its kitten.’
Feyre gave a roll of her eyes. ‘All that arguing was to disguise her feelings.’
‘Proof that even Nesta Archeron has a heart,’ Rhys said, a glint still in his eyes despite the exhausting day - and night. ‘Let’s get a few hours sleep.’
Azriel managed an hour before grey light spilt through the canvas of the tent. The camp was coming to life already with the first few early risers lighting fires to cook or heat water.
Out of habit, he made for Cassian’s tent. They’d always looked out for each other, always ensured the other ate and slept when instincts were ignored. It was a habit to seek him out.
Nesta was curled on the bed beside Cassian, his arm was slung around her and a wing draped over the top of them as an extra layer of protection. Both were finally asleep, their light snores the only sound to be heard. It was almost criminal to view such a moment of tenderness between two who preferred to be at loggerheads.
For his brother, Azriel sat down outside of the tent on a log to ensure nobody else could bear witness to his gentle moment with Nesta.
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The Morning After
This is a short, smutty update of the morning after f!reader meets Captain Hook. As requested by @disney-girl67.
934 words written, edited and uploaded all on mobile.
18+ MDNI below the cut
The morning sun shone brightly through the sheer curtains but she kept her eyes closed, fearing that last night wasn’t real. She laid there, still half asleep just holding onto the memories in case it was all truly just a dream. She could still remember how it felt to be under him and how sweetly it felt to be held by him.
Unfortunately, reality set in and a few breaths later she could hear seagulls squawking outside. And then she could smell the sea salt in the air. As her awareness came back into her body, she felt a weight beside her. Her heart skipped a beat as she noticed there was someone beside her. She felt his arm wrap around her waist and a small sigh escaped her mouth.
“Good morning, Angel.’ He says as he presses a kiss to her forehead while gently moving her hair out of her face.
“Hi James.’ She replies, rolling over so she can face him. “I can’t believe this is actually real. I was afraid I was going to wake up in my own bed having dreamt everything, like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz.’ She whispers back while touching his firm chest.
“Oh no, this is incredibly real, darling.” James says as he sweetly kisses her lips, hand caressing her face.
Her heart rate speeds up and the familiar ache between her thighs returns. She could still feel the remnants of last night’s activities when she pressed her legs together, seeking any kind of friction. Everything about this man turned her on. His scent of leather and cedar was intoxicating. She felt so safe in his strong arms and the way he was kissing her neck was making her melt like putty.
He kissed her slowly and sweetly, from that saccharine spot under her ear all the way down towards her collar bone, paying close attention to the places that make her breath heavier.
Her back arches when she feels his large hand running down her side, dipping under the fabric by her hip and then bringing the article back up with him and she helps James take it off her and throws it in a corner.
He pauses, looking into her eyes before kissing her on the lips once more. His hands make his way to her jaw, gently squeezing before making his way further down and cupping a breast. Caressing the mound, he takes the nipple between his finger and thumb and teases her. James already had her gasping at his touch and she was unconsciously grinding against his thigh.
“You’re awfully needy this morning.” He growls as his fingertips lazily stroke her clit. She whimpered against his tongue and opened her legs to allow him easier access.
“Tell me what you need, princess.” He says as he slowly inserts a finger into her already quivering hole.
“I just want to feel you, James. Everywhere.” She manages to rasp out, already feeling hazy and lightheaded from his touch.
“You will, y/n. We just have to get you ready first.” He whispers and gently slips another finger into her wetness and curls it until he hits her special spot.
Moaning and grinding her core against his hands she reaches up and caresses his cheek. “Please, I’m ready I just need you so badly, James.” She cries out.
He withdraws his fingers from her, and places them in her mouth.
“Suck.”
She does as he demands, the fire in her belly now spreading across her limbs. Once she sucks the digits clean he pops them from her mouth and she hooks her legs around his hips, desperate for any contact.
James reaches down and drags his length through her sopping folds, grazing her entrance at each pass. Finally stopping, he slowly enters her. They gasp in unison as he fills her. He brings his hand down, interlacing it with one of hers and placing them by her head, they both pause, reeling in the sensation.
He set a slow and caring pace at first, leaving her breasts gently bouncing as her thighs tightened around him. She loved how it felt to be under him, hearing his whimper in her ear.
“Does this feel good, baby? Is this what you needed?” He asked, lust heavy in his voice as he started thrusting faster.
“Yeah, oh my God, James. Please don’t stop.” She moaned out, already feeling the cusp of an orgasm beginning to form but was resisting the urge to let go. Instead she tightens her grip on his shoulder, leaving half moon marks in their wake.
James senses her body reacting to him and starts snapping his hips into hers.
“Come on, Angel don’t hold back. Don’t be afraid to show me what you got.” He snarls in her ear.
It was only a few more thrusts before time started to slow. Each thrust sent shockwaves of heat through her body until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her pussy started to pulse against him as she stilled herself, allowing to dissolve into the pleasure he was giving her.
It wasn’t long before he joined her, hips beginning to stutter as his release was near. Groaning in her ear, she felt him release hot and deep inside of her.
“I love you, James.” She blurts out, face reddening from embarrassment. They just met and she knew it was too soon to admit such feelings but they bubbled out before she could stop them.
He pauses for a brief moment, cupping her cheek in his hand before gently kissing her.
“I love you too, y/n.”
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hii i’m copy-pasting stuff from that headcanon post for u :
• what kind of phone does your muse have, and how customized is it? does it have a basic case or something more unique? is the screen cracked? do they have a popsocket or other accessories on it
• what are your muse's favorite scents, and what do they associate them with
• is your muse a 'this is a really nice box, i should save it' kind of person, or do they tend to throw things out no matter what
THNANK YOU YOU CANT SEE IT BUT I'M SWAGCAT GRINNING RN
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questions from in-depth headcanons questions #2
i think he would have a very low-end smartphone - something that he just got for cheap and uses for basic stuff like work calls (hates them), music / videos, and alarms. probably like a galaxy a-something, with a clear (or.. used to be clear) case. screen isn't cracked because while he's clumsy, he also is super careful w/ electronics out of fear of breaking something "expensive". even though his phone was likely only $60 from walmart or something it's ingrained into him that he needs to save for emergencies/etc. (its something i have in common w/ him and project onto him). also will take this opportunity to say i think his airpods are fake knockoffs. he got them at a dollar store on impulsive because you can never have too many earbuds just in case... later on down the line i could see him buying one of those super bulky cases off the internet to keep it protected during Outings (that dude fell so hard in the first scene w/ the mayor. dude fell over and slid across the floor like a greased trout.) i would think he wouldn't bring his phone cuz tracking and whatnot but also i'm not really sure considering he livestreams on what looks to be a mobile resolution??? so who knows really. maybe he has a second burner phone for streaming.
this one will probably sound depressing but probably the smell of fire/smoke/etc. i'm taking that from the prequel novel where he burnt down the (empty) gotham orphanage because of how miserable and unethically ran it was; i feel like up until canon events of riddler year one #5-6 & the batman that was the only "good" thing he thought he did. other than that, seasonal candles/etc. i headcanon that ed decorates his apartment very shittily and cheaply to try and maintain some semblance of normalcy and warmth in his apartment. it does not work well, but it's kind of pavlov'd him into feeling a bit better since whenever he can't sleep and has enough energy he'll try to clean up his (usually very cluttered and miserable) apartment and light a candle to make it smell good in there. i don't know if anyone else will know the smell i'm talking about here but fabric? like heavy jacket fabric. i think especially during and post canon the smell of heavy jacket and leather makes him get an adrenaline rush because of his usual attire.
as someone who is both sentimental and lives in a... very cluttered living environment, i feel like he's definitely more of the former. especially since ed gets absolutely fuckall from anyone i feel like if he was to order something online and it came with one of those little thank you notes or came in a nice box, he would keep it forever on his nightstand to remind himself that someone was nice to him. even if they didn't know who he was and they probably would laugh at him or avoid him if they knew him. he's also very nervous about the idea of being wasteful and is the kind of guy to be like "oh i could reuse this box someday right?" and then never reuse it.
#yipping!#TYSM FOR SENDING I NEED TO TALK ABOUT MY LITTLE GUY OR ILL BURST INTO FLAMES#edward nashton#2022 riddler#dc
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what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? for Terry Silver and Jack Blaylock
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--- Terry Silver doesn't practice wearing anything inside of his pockets. Why? Because he's orderly, he's precise and he's meticulous. Doesn't enjoy anything unnecessarily jiggling and dangling around his clothes, serving as a distraction and messing with his balance. Bothering him. Anything that is consistently dragged around, from one pocket to the other, from one jacket, coat or expensive blazer can only be a hindrance and distraction, and has no business being there unless he's quite literally breaking in somewhere and stealing something with the need of quick tactical concealment, which, yes, extreme situations require extreme measures. Other than that? Every item has its own allotted place. Every item has its own intended carrier inventory; paperwork goes into a leather briefcase. Cigars go into a carved box. Cocaine goes into a specialized signet ring, if that is what it took. Only thing he's likely to carry around is money for the sheer timeless theatrical purpose of being able to pull it out of his jacket's inner pocket from some slinky wallet. In later years, not even a mobile phone gets carried around in Terry Silver's pocket, no. He thinks it is uncouth.
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--- Jack Blaylock is a hitman by trade (posing as a detective, sure), and a hitman by trade makes use of whatever he can to make his own job easier and the flow of his own direction smoother; if need be, the utilization of pockets gets introduced alongside other methods, which, in his case, can and may contain anything from knives, a gun, a syringe, cash, recording devices, cigarettes, lighters, wallets, fake ID, passports, bullets, keys, picklocks, stolen items, items he intends to plant on someone else for whatever nefarious reason --- really, all depends of the exact nature and details of the hit he's currently working on; you name it. It can prove useful for all it's banality even though Jack quite honestly prefers his own person to be clean in case of arrest or capture as to avoid complications and to avoid compromising himself or his handlers if any clues are discovered on him. Whatever is in his pockets usually isn't the concern, anyway. Not the biggest one. It is what he comes armed with is what should worry whoever he's after. Who cares what's in Jack Blaylock's pockets when he brandishes a literal katana at you with killer intent?
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